Netherlands, Bike & Barge Tour

Windmills Wildflowers & Wheel

By Simply Lost in the Right Direction DBA

Human & Machine

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Verse 1

Morning mist on cobblestone, a silver-threaded dawn,

Pedals turning soft and slow as sleepy towns yawn on,

 

Bridges arch like quiet thoughts over mirrored streams,

Every turn a postcard pulled from centuries of dreams.

 

Jens is cracking jokes again, Hugo’s pointing wide,

“See that church? That leaning tower? Floods turned back the tide!”

 

Laughter rides the handlebars, history in the breeze,

Every mile a story told between the land and seas.

 

Chorus

Fietsie spin, klik-klak, wind in m’n face,

Zoef-zoef, wiel zoemt, lekker dit pace—

Sjo-bop, ding-ding, rollen zo fijn,

Ketting zingt zacht in de zonneschijn.

Whirr-whirr, even freewheelen, glij langs de lijn,

Tik-tak spaken, precies op tijd—

Ba-da-doe, ba-da-dee, door de straat we gaan,

Vrij als de wind, lekker op de baan. 

 

Verse 2

Fields awake in colors bold, like painters gone divine,

Tulips blaze in crimson rows, gold daffodils align,

 

Hyacinths breathe purple dreams into the warming air,

Springtime writes its symphony in colors everywhere.

 

We glide past farms and wind-worn homes, canals that gently gleam,

Hugo spins a legend from a miller’s weathered dream,

 

Jens just grins and rings his bell—“Keep up if you can!”

We’re chasing time on two thin wheels across this gentle land.

 

Chorus

Fietsie spin, klik-klak, wind in m’n face,

Zoef-zoef, wiel zoemt, lekker dit pace—

Sjo-bop, ding-ding, rollen zo fijn,

Ketting zingt zacht in de zonneschijn.

Whirr-whirr, even freewheelen, glij langs de lijn,

Tik-tak spaken, precies op tijd—

Ba-da-doe, ba-da-dee, door de straat we gaan,

Vrij als de wind, lekker op de baan. 

 

Bridge

And there they stand, the giants tall,

Turning time with wooden call,

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Zaandam’s mills in steady spin,

Whisper tales of where we’ve been.

 

Water, land, a fragile dance,

Held together by chance and hands—

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We ride between the then and now,

With open road our sacred vow.

 

Verse 3

Café doors swing open wide, a coffee calls our name,

Sunlight spills on laughter loud, no two days the same,

 

Maps unfold but hearts just know the way we need to go,

Follow Jens and Hugo’s lead—where stories always flow.

 

Every mile a memory, each breeze a soft refrain,

In this land of wheels and water, nothing rides in vain,

 

We’re not just passing through this place—we’re part of it somehow,

In every spinning spoke of time, we’re living fully now.

 

Final Chorus

Fietsie spin, klik-klak, wind in m’n face,

Zoef-zoef, wiel zoemt, lekker dit pace—

Sjo-bop, ding-ding, rollen zo fijn,

Ketting zingt zacht in de zonneschijn.

Whirr-whirr, even freewheelen, glij langs de lijn,

Tik-tak spaken, precies op tijd—

Ba-da-doe, ba-da-dee, door de straat we gaan,

Vrij als de wind, lekker op de baan.